Pierce's Claim
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If she honestly thought he could give her a life outside of this club, one that had her as his old lady, a family down the road, she was delusional. He’d never been the type of man to give comfort when it was needed, to see a sad woman and have the need to make her happy. He’d stuck with himself, been loyal to his club, and fucked when he needed release. That was him, who he was, and he wouldn’t change. He couldn’t change for anyone.
He swigged his beer and then grabbed the joint offered to him. He could barely keep his eyes open let alone hold the bottle and joint; but he managed, because right now he just needed to be lost.
He rested his head on the back of the couch, closed his eyes, and let the numbing pleasure of the alcohol and drugs move through him. After a while he felt pressure on him, shuffling, and someone rubbing their hands all over his body. But when he opened his eyes his vision was blurry, the person on him clearly a woman, her short dark hair moving back and forth, and she ground on him. But he was too blitzed to get hard.
“Bobbie…” he said her name softly, his voice thick, slurred. He could hear it, feel it.
“I’ll be whoever you want me to be, baby.” The voice was feminine, slightly slurred, too, but it was definitely not the woman he was currently thinking about.
He blinked a few times, opened his eyes wider, and when his vision cleared he saw that the woman on him was nothing but a club whore. She was one that was newer, had slept with all the guys, and who currently was trying to shove her hands down his pants.
“Fuck no,” he stammered out, grabbed her on the upper arms, about to push her off, but the sight of the person standing by the half pen doorway had everything in him freezing. It was Bobbie. She looked heartbroken, and he knew it was because of him. Not only had he been a prick to her just a short time ago, but now she clearly thought something was going on with this tramp.
He pushed the woman off of him, but Bobbie was already gone. Yeah, he’d fucked up, and he couldn’t even stand to make it right. Although maybe this was a blessing in disguise, because although he did care for her, want her even, he wasn’t a good man for her.
Isn’t this what you wanted? Didn’t you tell her you wanted nothing more than pussy from her? You can’t exactly act like the good guy when you pushed her aside.
Yeah, he’d fucked up, but even if he wasn’t too drunk and high to stand he wouldn’t have gone after her. The sooner she realized he wasn’t any good for her the better.
Chapter Eighteen
It was crazy to think that it had only been a short time since all that had happened with the club being on lockdown, but here was Fallina, waiting for Pierce to get out of the shower so they could have a … date. Yeah, they were having one of the most low-key, very couple-like dates she could have imagined. He’d come over just twenty minutes ago, dirty from working on the bikes at the club, sweaty, but looking so good she’d wanted to forget about their date and just take him to her bedroom.
She looked at the coffee table in front of the couch in the living room. A bowl of popcorn was in the center, a few beers sitting next to it, and the scariest movie she could find sitting on top of the DVD player.
She turned back toward the kitchen table and cleared off the papers she’d been grading, and smiled at the fact for the first time in her life, for the first time since she started stripping to fill some void inside of her, she had no desire to be Lil. Could she have found this peace without Pierce?
She might have if she tried hard enough, if enough time had passed, but the fact was she’d been in a spot in her life that hadn’t been anything good or right. And then Pierce had come along, a bad boy she shouldn’t have gotten involved with, and everything seemed to switch. She’d grabbed onto the feelings he evoked in her, held onto them like a lifeline, because up until then she hadn’t felt them before. He’d helped her see who she really wanted to be, and because of that she’d been able to heal from the inside out. She knew she had a long way to go still, but that didn’t mean she was done healing.
A few moments later Pierce came out, a pair of loose sweats hanging from his narrow hips, his muscles and tattoos showing and making her body clench in desire. His nipple piercings were such a turn-on, as was his lip ring. Everything about him made her feel like she was on fire, just burning alive.
“You keep looking at me like that I might just say screw the movie and throw you over my shoulder to take you to the bedroom.”
“That sounds like a plan to me,” she said.
He growled low in his throat and took a step closer. “Tempting, but I want you to have a nice movie night, one that doesn’t involve us fucking or danger because of the club.”
“But I like fucking,” she said a little too breathlessly.
“Baby, you are so bad,” he said and winked.
She walked up to him and grabbed his hand, and turned them so they were walking into the living room. Once they were on the couch, with her sitting next to him, she leaned into his hard body. Closing her eyes and inhaling deeply, she loved the fresh scent of him, but also the fact he still smelled like a man: raw, untamed, dangerous.
Lowering his face to her neck, he inhaled deeply. A tingle moved through her, and she couldn’t help the sound that left her mouth.
“I just want you, baby. I say we put the movie on and just see what happens,” he said and winked again.
She chuckled, but a moan left her when he smoothed a finger over her lip.
“I can never control myself around you, Fallina baby.” He lowered his head and ran the tip of his nose up the side of her throat. “Fuck, you smell good.”
“Forget the movie, Pierce. Just take me.”
He groaned and leaned forward to kiss her. “You are really into peer pressure, aren’t you?” he said in a joking tone.
She leaned back, feeling like teasing him herself. “Okay, no sex, just a movie.” She tried to suppress her smile. He had her in his arms and was standing a second later. She squeaked in surprise. And then he was striding down the hallway and to her bedroom.
When they were in the room, he shut the door, turned off the lights, and groaned deeply. Their breathing was identical: fast, hard, erratic. She started chucking off her clothes, and Pierce pushed his sweats down. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and her pussy clenched hard, getting wetter at the sight of his pierced dick. She’d gotten on the pill in the last month, because she didn’t want anything between them and she wanted to be safe. No need for babies until they were ready.
Looking at his cock again she swallowed. Feeling those barbells and that hoop moving back and forth inside of her had her feeling pleasure she never thought possible.
And there they stood, totally naked, both aroused, ready for this. She felt like it was the first time they were being together every single time she was in this situation with him. Every time Pierce was inside of her, thrusting, claiming her, she felt like she was being made this man’s woman over and over again, like he was making her know by every stroke of his cock inside of her pussy that she was his no matter what.
God, he looked good naked, all hard sinew and defined muscles. He wasn’t all bulky like a weightlifter, but not as lean as a swimmer. He was tall and big, tattooed and pierced, and just right. His dick was hard, and getting stiffer the longer she stared at it. The silver in his cock glinted in the dim moonlight that shone through the window, and her pussy clenched again at the sight. As if he wanted to tempt her, or maybe torture her, he reached down, grabbed his dick, and started stroking himself.
“Come here, baby,” he said in a low, husky voice filled with heat and desire.
Fallina was more than ready to do whatever he said. It was like she was addicted to the feeling of his cock inside her, and of his big body dominating her.
He pulled her toward him and wrapped his hand around a chunk of her hair. He didn’t hurt her, but was adding pressure until she felt this comforting sensation through her. Pierce kissed her hard, stroked his tongue over her lips, and she moan
ed, leaned into him, and let him take the lead. There was no teasing on his part. He was brutal, demanding, and giving her everything she craved.
While still kissing her he led them over to the bed, but instead of lying on her back she was turned around in his arms. Her back was pressed to his chest now. Pierce smoothed his hands over her breasts, molded his palms to the mounds for a second, and then continued his descent until he reached her belly. She felt the chill of his cock piercings on her lower back, slowly heating with every passing second.
“So soft and mine, baby,” he said as he murmured against her throat. Before she could turn in his arms, desperate for his mouth, he had her on the bed face first.
Fallina went down on her belly, and in a matter of seconds he was smoothing his hands over the globes of her bottom. There was no wall between them, no despair or desperation to forget her past. She knew it would always be with her, knew that she’d never be able to get away from it. But she embraced it, and knew it was a part of her. She accepted that.
“Look at this ass,” he said as if speaking to himself, and smoothed his hands over the globes again and again. He added pressure to the cheeks, raked his blunt nails over her flesh, and goosebumps popped out over her flesh. “This ass was made for me, baby. You were made for me.” He squeezed her cheeks, growled low, and then leaned down and bit her right ass cheek gently. He bit her other side, clenched his fingers on her butt one more time, and then moved his mouth up her back, kissing, licking.
“Say you’re mine,” he asked softly, almost demanded.
“I’m yours.” And she was. God, she so was.
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Pierce looked down at his woman, at the female that drove him insane with lust, love, need, and jealousy. She was the woman he loved, would die for, would kill for. He spread her ass cheeks and looked at the tight hole. He’d fuck that sweet ass one day. Not tonight though. Tonight he’d fuck her tight little cunt. Her ass was big and round, and totally fuckable, and looked so damn juicy that he didn’t stop himself from moving his hands over the creamy globes.
He leaned forward, ran his lips along her left ass cheek, and then did the same to the right. The small moan she made, and the way she bunched the sheets in her hands told him she liked this. “I’m going to fuck you, Fallina baby, claim you hard. I’m going to make your sweet little cunt come for me.”
“God, Pierce. Stop talking and start doing.”
“You’ll come all over my face, give me all that sweet cream of yours, and beg me for more. You’ll always beg me for more.” He moved his mouth over the small of her back, along the line of her spine, and up to the nape of her neck. When he felt her lift her ass and grind it into his cock, felt her slick pussy juices slide along his dick, he nearly came right then. He knew it was time to taste that sweet fucking pussy until she was pleading with him for more.
Spearing his hand in her hair, and tangling his fingers in her long dark strands, he gently pulled her head back and exposed her throat. Pierce bit her shoulder lightly, trying to hold off from coming right on her ass before he even tasted or fucked her.
“I fucking love you, Fallina.”
“I love you, too,” she breathed out.
He didn’t lessen his hold on her hair when he moved his other hand down to take hold of one of her ass cheeks. Pierce gripped the big, spongy flesh, wanting to leave his mark on her body.
Pierce moved back down her length, and when he reached her ass he spread the cheeks wide, and took in the sight of that tight hole that he wanted to fuck. He lowered his gaze to her pussy, saw her little hole slightly gaping for him, how wet and red she was, and knew he wouldn’t last very long eating her out before he had to just fuck her.
He flattened his tongue and ran it up and down her cleft, sucked her clit into his mouth until she was thrusting her pussy on his face and grinding herself against him like she wanted him to be with her hardcore.
“Oh,” she breathed.
He moaned against her swollen, damp flesh, and licked her several more times before finally pulling away. He moved away from her pussy, up the slender line between the cheeks of her ass, and licked her asshole over and over again. He grunted at the clean, fresh soapy flavor of her. He dragged his tongue over that puckered hole, pressed the muscle inside until he felt her clench around him, and could have fucking come right there.
Pierce couldn’t take anymore. He needed her right the fuck now.
He moved back, grabbed his cock, and poised the tip of his dick at her pussy hole. Gripping onto her waist in a tight hold, there was no more teasing. He started pushing his dick into her, slowly, stretching her wide.
“You feel so fucking good, so tight and hot. You feel like mine.”
“I am yours,” she said on a breath.
And then he slid all the way inside of her, groaned at the tight, hot, and wet feel of her, and closed his eyes. When he was deep inside, his balls pressed tightly to her clit because of the position they were in, and totally bottomed out in her, he stilled. Breathing heavily, trying to catch his bearings, he opened his eyes again and stared at the sight before him. Her back was arched, her neck exposed, her eyes closed, and her mouth open.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this, so free, open.” He closed his eyes, and when she tightened her inner muscles around him his hips jerked forward, as if they had a mind of their own. He pressed his hand to the center of her back, and added slight pressure.
He started pulling out of her slowly this time, and when just the crown of his dick was lodged inside of her, he shoved back in forcefully. He did this three times before he slammed into her with so much power she moved up the bed an inch. A gasp of pleasure and pain left her.
“Yes, Pierce,” she said on a moan.
Sweat started to bead along his brow. His pulse began racing, and he really started fucking her then. In and out, faster and harder he slammed into her until his balls were swinging back and forth. The wet sound of her pussy sucking at his cock was music to his ears. His orgasm rushed to the surface.
He fucked her long and hard, and soon sweat coated both of their bodies in a slick sheen. “I’m never going to get enough of this, Fallina. I’m never going to get enough of you.” He slammed into her, and she cried out in pleasure. “No one will ever hurt you again,” he said with so much emotion he felt it down to his soul. He pumped into her again and again, cementing his words. He loved her. She owned him, and he wanted her to know that even if he was a possessive asshole at times, he fucking worshipped her.
Moving his hand between her body and the mattress, he snaked it down until he found her clit. She was soaked, and the nub was so engorged for him. He rubbed that hardened bundle of tissue over and over again until she cried out, but he never stopped fucking her, never stopped thrusting in and out of her. Pierce’s orgasm rushed forward, and he started pounding into her faster, a little harder. Beads of sweat landed on her back, and he smeared it around with his free hand, wanting his scent on her.
Deep, guttural words left him, and then he was groaning as he came. He felt her tense beneath him, heard her cry of completion, and the fact she came right along with him heightened his pleasure.
He filled her with his cum, soaked her pussy with his seed, and loved that he felt it come out of her every time he pulled out and thrust back in.
Once his high left and his dick started to soften, he slowly pulled out of her. Pierce didn’t want to leave her snug little pussy, didn’t want to leave her at all in any sense of the word. He had her in his arms, both lying on the bed once more, only seconds later. Pierce pulled her on top of him, just held her as she straddled him, her head on his chest, the sound of her breathing becoming even.
“I love you,” she whispered.
He held her tighter, knowing if he didn’t have this woman in his life he’d be lost.
“I love you, too, baby.”
But she was already asleep, judging by the deep, even sounds of her breathing and the way she was relaxed agai
nst him. He smiled, closed his eyes, and felt contentment and comfort fill him. Damn, he was one lucky bastard.
Chapter Nineteen
One month later
For the last month things had been pretty low-key, but for Pierce that was fucking fine. They’d taken out M and the guys he’d brought with him, but although there would probably be someone else who took his place and ran things with the strip club and all that dirty business, the deal with M and the club was gone.
Now the club was gathered all around. The River Run charter was in attendance, as were a few of the other charters, the ones that had helped the club out when shit had gotten crazy with M.
He held Fallina tightly in his arms, her luscious ass full and round as it pressed down on his groin.
She kept shifting, and although he knew it wasn’t to get him worked up, he’d be lying if he didn’t admit his cock was getting hard because of it.
Everyone had just finished a big meal prepared by the old ladies, his Fallina included. Cain sat across from them, his shoulder still bandaged, as well as his leg, although with the position it was hard to see it. But the Brother was whole, still slowly healing, but whole, and he knew that after that had happened he knew life was too short. Hell, they all realized that.
Pierce calmed himself, told his dick to chill the fuck out, and focused on the fact he was with his family and the woman he loved. The clubhouse was big and spacious, but there were at least thirty people crammed in the main part. The pool table, couches, and all the other shit that the guys just used when partying was pushed aside, and a large table had been set up in the center. Dirty plates were scattered along the table, along with glasses of wine and beer bottles. Laughter filled the space between them, and it was a damn fine feeling. The noise was pretty heady, but it was all pleasant, all happy.
He held his old lady, loved that she snuggled right into him, not caring about what anyone thought, or that they saw it all. But this was her family, too, and in fact had been her family since she was a young girl.